Plastic Casket
Made with care
Keep a lock of
Fine black hair
Tiny Coffin
Made with grace
Gaze upon
A haunting face
Into the ground
Lower his box
Below the soil
Wherein there lies
A tiny figure
Doomed to die
Without a valid
Reason why
Brought after exit
From the womb
A child bourne
Into his tomb
Plastic Casket
Redefines
A human being
Bourne to die















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"And now I see with eye serene, the very pulse of the Machine." -William Wordsworth
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